Long strolls on autumn's plane
Soothing green grass making lives inane
And in breaths of youth I lost it all
Moments of solitude, sworn to recall
Then what of the fire and what of its flame
What of mine honour and what of mine shame
Learnt it all via ghoulish talks
Ditched it all to autumn's walks
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